my body is the canvas of my pain i use one color red
i paint my words of hate in to my body never to be forgotten my red seeps into my soul
i hide my art from the world the world wouldn’t understand the complexity of my art my art is for those who have similar art or those who were artists in the past
soon my canvas will be full but my art will not be finished
it will never be finished
Written by
broken poet 15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR